Luyện nghe bài hát Three Horses

In the early a stallion white
Prances the in the morning light
His is painted with thunder and gold
and dragons, pale knights of old

He is the horse of the past
And now the run to see
The on the hill bringing bags of apples
And of clover they have

And the white horse his stories
Of the days now past and
And the children stand
Believing song, how brightly glows the past

When the sun is high comes a so red
Trampling the graves of the living and
Her mantle is with mirrors and glass
All is reflected when the red mare does

She is the of the here and now
And now there is
Amongst the children on the
They cling to one and no longer can be still

While the red voice is trembling
a rare and mighty call
The start remembering
The and the pall

And though their sweaters
Are in the glass
And though the sun shines down them
are frightened in the grass
How is the here and now

When night does fall a stallion black
So proud and tall he never back
He wears him no emeralds, silver and
Not even a covering to keep him from

He is the horse of the to come
And I get me down
Before this steed my knees
And sing to him the sorrows of a thousand

And the now will scatter
As their mothers call home
For the sadness of the evening
No has ever known

And I hang about him
A bell that's never
And thank him for the words
from his throat have never sprung

And I'll God and all the Angels
That the stallion of the
The black horse of the
Comes to but has no tongue